I got you roses or Dead boy's dying gift

(this is a song I wrote last night)

Girl, I got you roses/Your favorites/Blue and white/Or that's how they look to me/I'm fading/But girl I got you roses/Picked them myself/Got pricked by a thorn/I'm bleeding/Hey girl, roses/I wanted to show you my love with roses/Hey girl, I got you roses/I'm dying

It is, as far as I can make out, about a shy boy with a terminal illness, and on the day when he is certain, absolutely certain, that he will die, he goes out and picks some roses for the girl he loved, and he can only do that on his dying day because he was too shy to tell her he loved her before.